"I don't care if he's an ass, he's a god - probably a better one than you - and I'm not passing up the chance to see him. Is he an old fart? I can live with that." Mozzarella shifts her weight from one leg to another, looking up at him from under hr bangs.
"He's… No. You don't want to see him, because if you do, he'll want you to stay, most likely with me. And we'll get a hell of a lot more of each other and I don't think you want that, nor do I." He crossed his arms.
"I don't care, I'll live on the streets. It won't be too hard. I. Want. To. See. Zeus!" Mozzarella insists, becoming more annoying by the second.
"No! He will make you live with me since you're helping me and he doesn't want you dead! Plus he'd blame me! No!"
"I DON'T GIVE A HOOT! I'LL PRANK YOU TO MAKE IT MORE BEARABLE, PAINT THE PLACE YELLOW, I WANT TO SEE ZEUS!"
"PRANKING ME WON'T MAKE IT MORE BEARABLE YOU IDIOT!"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW?"
"BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO KNOW THAT PRANKS ARE RIDICULOUS, AND SO ARE YOU!"
"Gee, thanks. I'll find something to do, I want to meet Zeus! Bend to my will, please!" Mozzarella found herself begging - which was so not her.
"Fine, fine!" Havenwood inhaled deeply.
"Thanks. That's it though. One thank. Now, can I sleep here tonight? Or are we going right away as Mr. Bossy suggested?" She melted back into her old street life tone.
"I don't know. I guess whenever we see Zeus."
"That doesn't answer my question, nitwit. Can I sleep here tonight or no?"
"YES! Unless you want to go marching into his castle now." Havenwood glared at her.
"In that case, goodnight, Artemis The Creep." Mozzarella refused to give up on the nickname, slamming the little green door shut behind her.
Havenwood glared after her and disappeared with a crack.
(Time skip to the next day?)
(ya sure you begin)
It was the next lovely ass morning and Mozerella was nice and asleep until she heard loud KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK at her little green door.
(nice)
"What the heck do you want, little sniveling being," was Mozzarella's default response to just this situation. Feeling for her gun, she rolled out of bed and hobbled sleepily to the door. Opening it wide, it was Artemis, who didn't look too happy.
"What the hell? I thought you wanted to see Zeus today?" Havenwood crossed his arms.
"Oh, it's you. Yeah, I do, that's just my default response when someone wakes me up this early. Lemme get my guns." Turning around, she could feel Artemis' inspecting eyes following her around the little New Yorkan cellar.
"Alright," He said after a while, "where are we going?"
"You're asking me? How the heck am I supposed to know?" Mozzarella nearly fell over at Artemis' stupidity.
"You're the stupid one leading me somewhere! We can go right now!"
"Okay! That's what I wanted, nitwit…." After a pause, she continued. "So how exactly am I supposed to be transported to Olympus? Magical chariot gonna come or what?"
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